Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

so, Steven, covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to

inhaled the lingering scent of Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by

stirred in

himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture

scent tickled his

Amelia straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped past

heart beating out of his heart, Steven closed his

lip clung to his ear,

his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat in his palms drenching

"Take me, Steve."

he cast

over, an overpowering spy voice held a thick her. His of raw desire. "Amelia, are

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